Wanted urgently.

I need 6 sailors to carry a coffin at 10am tomorrow in Auckland.

The Navy fell on its arse, the RSA fell on its arse, the Ex Royal Navalmens Association’s number is not in service.

So now its up the the sailors themselves to prove to me that you’re not as utterly bloody hopeless as us Army people see you to be. So far you “quiet professionals” look a lot more quiet than professional.

If you lot can’t get six men to carry this guy then you’re pretty much not worth wearing a uniform as far as I’m concerned and the Navy has changed a lot since I was christened in front of the Battle Honors plate of HMS New Zealand. I’d do it myself but my beret is green not black.

“Tell people they should feel something, and they’ll not only feel it. they’ll regard themselves as entitled to feel it…Fortunately for the world, my generation didn’t suffer from spiritual hypochondria – but then, we couldn’t afford it.”
George MacDonald Fraser

These same perfumed princes will be out in force in their number ones with every bloody canteen medal for the commissioning of Canterbury. Having never seen a shot fired in anger they are too bloody occupied to detail off a party to send off an old matelot to the marble orchard.